Two relatively big changes have taken place in my life recently: I’ve moved jobs and I’ve moved house. First came moving jobs, so the working-from-home-at-weird-times era came to an end and I got to enjoy the London commute to my 9-to-5 two times a day.
A few months later I moved into a flat at (kind of) walking distance from my job, so I don’t get to inhale the tube fumes and sweat odours of rush hour anymore, but I feel like those journeys on jam-packed trains have taught me some valuable lessons. Let’s reflect.
People Londoners are always in a hurry.
Or at least they are convinced they are. Why else sprint for a train only to get squashed between the doors and shouted at by an angry tube driver when the next one is only a minute away. I especially don’t get it on the commute home. Or maybe those first two minutes of East Enders are what life is all about.
Reading whilst standing up in a moving vehicle is a skill that can be mastered
(And I have.)
Rush hour tempers are very short
The best response?
Smile and wave boys. Just smile and wave.
People who push past everyone to get a seat, only to get off on the next stop are arseholes.
(Sometimes I’m an arsehole.)
In summary: keep calm and just wait for the next one.
(Don’t let them turn you into one of them.)